Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
UT,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.